Monday, May 21, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
For Mommy - a poem
Mommy
By, C. Heidi W. Drew
A sweet little pixie came into the world
With big sisters there to show her the ropes
Enchantingly simple as a country girl
In natural play, no grandiose hopes
For her it was a straightforward life
With tests of wellbeing and modest style
A foster sister to ease her strife
She charmed the boys with delightful wile
Her parents died as she left the farm
To grow with students in a time of war
Her connection to God to keep her from harm
A spirit of love, deep at her core
Young men gathered, girlfriends shared
One fellow’s heart fancied this sprite
But he left for the war and she was scared
The whole worlds’ challenge was a bigger plight
She promised her love if he returned
And thus she let go of her childhood years
Her love of God never overturned
And in this security she banished her fears
When the war was over, our family was started
Then her best friend sister, was lost to ill health
But for love of our family she remained open-hearted
Her devotion was blessed with a lifestyle of wealth
She exuded God’s love as a modest wife
But with business and friends they traveled the globe
For a country girl a sophisticated life
Grounded in church her faith not to probe
A mother like no other for all five of her offspring
Our friends were drawn to her natural ease
Fostering children, animals, birds broken-winged
As a nurturing woman she could always please
And though we grew up, we continued our need
And she gave us comfort with a loving heart
And generous spirit by her every deed
She gathered us in love at her time to part
With acceptance of God, not fearing the unseen
Flirtatious and witty with a smile that glowed
She reaped the love she nurtured, she was our queen
A woman we were all so privileged to know
Mommy’s spirit within me forever will live
As my greatest lesson in how to proceed
With an instinctive approach and love to give
And a caring soul to one's times of need
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Bug illustrations plus a poem
The Bug Can’t Bug Me, Now
By, C. Heidi W. Drew
Revised,
He chased me down
Followed me home
And hung around
For I dared to roam
An evil little parasite
His invasion was sinister
He found me on my flight
No meds could I administer
For what he did to my mood
Invading my bed
The negativity that he brewed
In my confounded head
He attacked my guts
But I was physically tough
So my partner he disrupts
It worked; but not enough
Lost in his perplexing snare
We napped, read, tried not to care
To bag the bug's every employ
And though we fought back
Against this nasty bug’s bite
Getting back on track
Dared our love’s might
Once the venom was no longer
And fully dissipated
We proved that we are stronger
Now it’s a love bug - satiated